I went out to the club the other night
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To, you know, dance with my bitches
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That guy was there again
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Is it like
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I'm sorry for what I said last weekend
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I told him I didn't mind, which was a lie
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But I was equally sorry
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And I didn't want to apologize
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It was just a drunk text
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In my head I was writing a fiction of us
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Behind my eyes, I was begging for
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Things my lips could never ask
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And my mouth kept pouring
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Desperate clauses of random intent
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He asked me if he could text me later
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After the club
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He hands me another shot of vodka
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And I say, sure
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I'm on the dance floor when I get a text from Adam
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I'm too lazy to type, so I send him a photo I took up a dancer's skirt
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And tell him to come and get it
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Not realizing what I had just said
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Later on, she comes up to me
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Holds up her phone screaming at me and I say
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I'm sorry, it was just a drunk text
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I should've known they knew each other
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No one is safe in the twitter sphere anymore
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To take the world sex, and mix it with texting
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It's called sexting
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When you add drunk sexting
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The words just don't make sense
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It's a hot mess of misspelled obscenities
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Body parts, questions
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I'm not sure what it means to ask
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I get a text from my best friend
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She's upstairs getting bottle service
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She's like
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This guy wants you to wet your lips with this bottle
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He wants me to bring more girls up
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He's some kind of pimp
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Are you fucking kidding me?
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It's just another moment
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When one stupid reply can lead to the walk of shame
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And I'll be damned if I end up in some lame diner after I do this
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With last night's lingerie in my purse
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It's just a drunk text
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It's just a drunk text
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This is the last time I ever drink and text
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It's jut a drunk text
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It's just a drunk text
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Drunk Text
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